บททั้งหมดของ After Divorce, My Ex-husband Begs: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

My eyes snap open as I took a deep drag of air to fill my burning lungs.   However, my attention was immediately grab by a huge hand with two slender outstretched fingers. It was leisurely hovering atop my nose, looking at it dangerously lowering again, my face turned grim.                                  "Bastard, are you trying to kill me?" I spat through gritted teeth as my chest heaves up and down in succession.   The scratchy feeling inside my throat reminds me of the cold.   My fingers curled around his fingers wishing to break it in half. When I was clutching on it with a death grip, my eyes met his familiar bushy beard with his spectacle perched atop his towering nose bridge.    "You want me to?" his unhurried ton

The earlier excitement was still coursing through my veins. After I got back into my room, I run into the bathroom with my trembling legs and brush the left over taste of his load away from my mouth.   Regardless, up until this moment, my cheeks are burning as the intimate scenes flash before my eyes. Fortunately, the kitchen is deserted or it would be really indecent to think of something perverted in front of other people.   My grip on the crystal clear glass tightened, sighing my eyes roam the place. It was dark and silent and not a single soul was in sight.   I took glass after glass of ice-cold water to press the heat inside my core down, yet it was proven futile.   Living a celibate life, right after barely having a taste of carnal desire is really challenging.   It actually does not make any sense, does it? I am sexually frustrated, alright?   I let my

"Stop fooling around!"   I warned while my gaze focused on Martin's cream covered chin. Holding the shaving device, I gripped his shoulder for support as I carefully run the blade across his chiseled jaw.   It was my first time to shave a man's face and it was a novel feeling. Although I was a bit afraid that my clumsy hands would create a cut on his flesh, it was nonetheless exciting.   "You're doing this on purpose, right?" Martin asked, looking aggrieved and pitiful, completely out of his character.   As if the mask that he usually wore has flown out of the window while riding through the wind.   "You are overthinking. Just stay still and this will be over soon enough," the corner of my lips curved into a satisfied smile. "C'mon be a good boy and this aunt will give you a candy bar!"   My pitch rose at the end. I honestly could not help it. Okay, I am sorr

"What are looking at?"   I almost jumped out of my skin upon hearing Martin's cold voice from behind, who appeared like a ghost.   My back turned stiff as embarrassment flooded my veins. Feeling a bit guilty, my mind becomes flustered.   How I wish I could just drill a hole to hide myself in!   Shaking myself out of stupor, my brain quickly cultivates a bunch of excuses.   "Oy, Martin there you are!"   Waving my other hand while straightening my back, I tilted my head towards him as I began spewing whatever my mind could produce but ends up uttering a bunch of barely put rubbish.   "Beltran is cooking and you might want to entertain your guest first, so I'll head back to my room, ha-ha!"   While weaving lines of nonsense, I deftly slip out of the kitchen, with my hand pasted over half my face conveniently covering my

It was early morning. The sun hangs up in the sky while the occasional chirpings of little birds rode against the wind as it rustles leaves after leaves in mischief.   The table was filled with steaming hot dishes and table wares neatly arranged for the people to simply use them as they like.   The man with his glasses perched atop his proud nose, peered into the woman with flush cheeks resembling a ripe tomato. The tip of her ears is suspiciously red, with her lower lips held captive in between her perfect set of teeth.   What is wrong with her?   Retracting his eyes from her, his eyes inadvertently trace the object of the woman’s attention. His jaw clenched, as his gaze lead him towards the direction of a man who has an irritatingly gentle smile playing on his lips. He frowned.   "Helga, please do lead the prayer before we start our meal," Beltran muttered unaware of the man's